Donna and Donald went through a long and horrible divorce, leaving their Children; Gerard and Mikey to pick between parents. Gerard stayed with mom and Mikey went with dad. After about a year, Donna gets a new boyfriend and they get married, leaving Gerard with a new step-brother, much to his despise. But then, Donna gets a horrible phone call one night from the police saying that Frank (Frank's dad) was in an accident and unfortunately didn't make it. She went under extreme depression leaving the two boys with a mother (or step-mother) that was somewhat unstable. So with a mother who was always crying and wallowing in self-pity, will the two boys actually suck it up and talk to each other when there is no one else? And maybe they get too friendly with each other...

"Lie to me!" I looked over at Frank, screaming those three words into what was supposed to be Ray's microphone. I could see tears dotting his eyes, and he wasn't trying to fight them. I tired holding mine back, but I couldn't. They just fell. So right there, in front of 50,000 people, I ripped off the mic from the stand in the middle of I'm Not Okay and turned to face Frank. "Shut up already, you arrogant prick!" I screamed at him as the rest of the band continued to play. "Lie to me.." Frank said again, only softer, trying not to choke on his tears. "Shut up! Stop trying to make me feel guilty!" I screamed, tearing off my shoe and throwing it at him. It bounced off his chest and made him stumble backward. I sank to my knees this time, sobbing quietly. Frank looked at me. "Gerard, just fucking lie to me, okay?" He whimpered into the mic. When I didn't respond right away, Frank turned around and started walking hastily off stage. My breath hitched. "I can't fucking lie to you. I can't fucking lie to you because I fucking love you." I whispered into the microphone. Before Frank had time to do anything, I sprang up, walked over, and slammed my lips to his.

geebear: ummm who is this? frnk is typing...

Just funny MCR quotes!! Rated PG-13 for cussing.

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar heard noises in her tiny one bedroom apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar grabbed a tennis racket and armed it like a light saber as she approached the noises. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar saw a strange platinum haired man in her apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar's somewhat normal life was taken, smashed into a million pieces, and scattered to the ends of the earth. -3:23 a.m- ---------------------- Hey guys this is my first Gerard Way/MCR fan fic. I'm working really hard so I would love for you to check it out! More reads=more updates so tell me what you think :):) ---Fabbyulous1

This is a Frerard fan fiction. I warn you now, it will have sex. Enjoy.

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

frank seems to have a small crush on his regular customer. completed ; 9 november 2016 [ask permission to repost elsewhere. do not plagiarize. if u see someone plagiarizing this work, pls let me know!]